| Down in the cellar where the rabies and the rats are free
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| Back wood boy had an inbred mother, lost his mind to an early disease
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| Digging in the dirt in an old graveyard where a body once rest in peace
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| Down to the cellars on the steps to hell on the tail of a devil’s belief
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| Yeah
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| Well momma’s baby gonna cut you to the bone
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| 'Cause I’m in hell (hell) hell’s kitchen
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| Nowhere to go with the serpent dancing down below, yeah-yeah
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| I’m in hell (hell) hell’s kitchen
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| Brought back the soul when the black bell rings and the burning that’s down
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| Below
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| Yeah-yeah-yeah!
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| Eyes of evil caught me staring in disbelief
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| Butt of a gun, caught red handed, staring in on a dead man’s thief
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| Seven miles from the nearest town, got strapped to a cold oak seat
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| Momma don’t you lose your appetite when it’s time for you to eat
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| Well momma’s baby gonna cut you to the bone
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| 'Cause I’m in hell (hell) hell’s kitchen
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| Nowhere to go with the serpent dancing down below, yeah-yeah
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| I’m in hell (hell) hell’s kitchen
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| Brought back the soul when the black bell rings and the burning that’s down
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| Below
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| Yeah-yeah-yeah!
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| Uh! |
| Uh! |
| Uh! |
| Burn in hell
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| Daddy’s come home, don’t look like he’s all there
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| Bitter smell of Cajun stew bleeds through the midnight air
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| Well momma’s baby gonna cut you to the bone
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| 'Cause I’m in hell (hell) hell’s kitchen
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| Nowhere to go with the serpent dancing down below, yeah-yeah
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| I’m in hell (hell) hell’s kitchen
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| Brought back the soul when the black bell rings and the burning that’s down
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| Below
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| Yeah-yeah-yeah!
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| Hell (hell) hell’s kitchen
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| I’m in hell (hell) hell’s kitchen |